Take me to lands far away
Far from the seething madness
Far from the unnerving silence
Take me to lands known
By the river I drowned my sorrows
By my lover's side even though she's not mine
Take me home
Where all that makes no sense is sense
Where pain ceases to ruin and moulds
Take me home
Where I am me and no one else
Where no else could ever be me
The turn of the decade feels more befitting a time than any to take in a new stride and allow myself to bloom in the world. Unsurprisingly so this epiphany had to be delivered at home and I could all but be drawn to a piece I wrote a few years ago when I finally made the move away from home and started off a new in a mellow little city littered with hills and oozing of calm; almost such that you are always questioning how deeply intricate it's order and beauty remain. At least now, I can trace the words to articulate just what the transition felt like; from it's pits and lows to its highs and successes. Then, was an entirely different time and felt somewhat like a subverted universe depending on how you chose to look at it. As soon as the PSA had faded out through the cabin and the seatbelt sign ceased bleeping, there was nothing but a flood of emotion. There was fear and there was expectation; hurt and forgiving,. a litany of emotions that may as well have left any man, or woman at the mercies of a cruel world and on their knees. Yet most of all, there was me; writing out a new chapter to the epic that was my life. As memoirs along this journey may come to reveal, I sure as hell was never ready.
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